A trace of surprise flashed through the heart of the Lord of Annihilation, and his brow furrowed imperceptibly. This young girl seemed to have a bone age of no more than sixteen or seventeen, and her cultivation base was only at the early stage of the Cave Heaven Realm.
However, the bearing that exuded from her very bones was absolutely not something someone of this age and realm could possess.
It was a calmness that only came after experiencing countless slaughters and witnessing mountains of corpses and seas of blood. It was a sharpness that had once suppressed an entire generation and looked down upon the world. Even bound by a low-level physical body, her proud nature could hardly be concealed.
Interesting.
The Lord of Annihilation thought to himself. The perception deep within his Emperor Soul quietly spread out, but when it touched the area around Ling Xi, it was blocked by a faint, almost imperceptible barrier.
Ling Xi's expression remained unchanged, but she quietly circulated the Cannot See Through Me mental method passed down by her master to its extreme. The aura around her became increasingly restrained and ethereal, as if covered by a thin layer of mist.
It seems this disciple of the Lord is no ordinary person either. She appears to be shrouded in a layer of mist, making it difficult even for me to see her full picture at a glance... Could she also be the reincarnation of some ancient Emperor?
As soon as this thought emerged, it was suppressed by the Lord of Annihilation. In the endless years, he had never heard of a Great Emperor reincarnating. But if not, how could the imperial bearing on this young girl be explained?
Gu Changge took in the silent confrontation between the two and the probing in each other's eyes, a faint smile curling at the corners of his lips.
One was an ancient Great Emperor who had severed his own imperial path to return to the peak, and the other was a peerless Empress reincarnated with an imperial sutra. This first meeting was truly interesting.
He did not expose their true identities, but simply broke the subtle silence with a normal tone: Ling Xi, this is Elder Ji Mie. From now on, he will preside over the Purple Bamboo Peak and help protect the safety of the peak.
He then turned to the Lord of Annihilation, his tone plain but carrying the gentleness of introducing a disciple: Ji Mie, this is my third disciple, Ling Xi. She has just joined the sect not long ago. Although she is a bit proud in temper, she has some talent for cultivation.
Hearing this, Ling Xi immediately gathered her thoughts, suppressing the stormy waves in her heart. She quietly withdrew that appraising gaze belonging to an Emperor, stepped forward, and bowed with cupped fists to the Lord of Annihilation.
Disciple Ling Xi greets Elder Ji Mie. In the days to come at Purple Bamboo Peak, I hope the Elder will offer much guidance.
The Lord of Annihilation nodded slightly in return: No need for formalities. Since you are the Lord's disciple, if you encounter any cultivation difficulties in the future, you may come find me.
Gu Changge turned his gaze to Ling Xi. Seeing the battle marks on her body that had not yet fully dissipated, as well as the lingering excitement and fatigue in her eyes, he knew she had gained a lot from her training in the tower this time.
He instructed calmly: Seeing your fluctuating aura and immense consumption of spiritual energy, go back and rest well to consolidate your gains. The path of cultivation requires a balance of tension and relaxation; that is the right way.
Yes, Master. Disciple takes her leave.
Ling Xi respectfully complied, gave a slight nod to the Lord of Annihilation, and then turned around, transforming into a streak of light that shot towards her own bamboo hut.
She needed to digest her gains from the tower as soon as possible. At the same time, this newly arrived Elder Ji Mie also gave her immense pressure and motivation.
After Ling Xi left, Gu Changge looked at the Lord of Annihilation again. His gaze seemingly casually swept over the towering black pagoda, his tone casual, yet seeming to contain profound meaning like the revolving galaxies.
The disciples of the peak are all honing themselves in the tower, witnessing the extraordinary geniuses of the myriad worlds. Ji Mie, since you have returned to this realm, if you have free time, you may also enter the tower to take a look.
He paused slightly, a cryptic smile on his lips, and continued:
What is reflected in the tower are the immortal marks of all those who have reached the absolute summit in the long river of eternal time. Those in the same realm as you... perhaps, will allow you to see the shadows of some old friends, or some... scenery that even you have never seen before.
These few understated words set off monstrous waves in the heart of the Lord of Annihilation.
What is reflected in the tower are actually the marks of all Great Emperor-level existences since ancient times?! The Lord of Annihilation was deeply shocked.
He originally thought this tower was merely a trial ground to hone the younger generation, but the Lord's words clearly indicated that the tower gathered all the existences throughout history who had reached the ultimate end of this realm!
The significance contained within this far exceeded his imagination!
To be able to clash with all the supreme powerhouses of the same realm throughout the eternal years? To even possibly meet old friends who had long been annihilated in history?
This was no longer just a tempering, but a grand feast directly facing the source of the Great Dao, a supreme opportunity to discuss the Dao with the myriad Emperors!
He immediately bowed, his tone carrying unprecedented solemnity and a trace of uncontrollable anticipation: Ji Mie understands! Such an opportunity is hard to find in eternity! I will go knock on the tower to seek the Dao shortly!
Gu Changge nodded slightly and said no more.
The Lord of Annihilation stood at the peak, his gaze towards the Tower of Myriad Ancient Geniuses completely changed.
It was no longer just a tower of trials, but a supreme Dao monument leading to the eternal starry sky and reflecting the glory of the myriad Emperors!
He calmed his slightly rippling emotions, took a step forward, and his figure appeared outside the light screen in front of the tower. With a state of mind akin to a pilgrimage, he stepped inside.
The Lord of Annihilation stood in the ancient starry sky battlefield inside the Tower of Myriad Ancient Geniuses. The imperial might around him was no longer suppressed in the slightest. The vast and majestic aura of a peak Great Emperor swept in all directions, faintly resonating with this boundless heaven and earth.
He chose to face opponents who were also at the extreme of this realm in his peak state.
Battle!
With a thought, the void ahead trembled, and a figure slowly condensed.
The newcomer wore an archaic imperial robe, his entire body permeating with an ancient aura. It was exactly the projection of the Ancient Emperor Taichu!
Ancient Emperor Taichu!
The Lord of Annihilation felt a chill in his heart.
He was not unfamiliar with this title.
Rumor had it that this Emperor was the ruler of an extremely ancient epoch. The era of his birth might even be earlier than most of the ancient Great Emperors he knew. The Dao of Taichu he cultivated pointed straight to the origin of heaven and earth, containing endless profound mysteries and world-shocking combat power.
He did not expect that this tower could even manifest the mark of a figure who was almost a myth and legend!
Without a word, Ancient Emperor Taichu raised his hand and launched an attack.
It was not any flashy divine ability, just a simple point of a finger. Yet, between his fingers, it seemed to contain the true meaning of Taichu before heaven and earth were divided and yin and yang were judged. All things returned to their origin, and all Daos had to return to the starting point of chaos under this finger!
The Lord of Annihilation's pupils shrank slightly, feeling an unprecedented pressure.
He did not dare to be negligent. Circulating his Annihilation Imperial Sutra to the extreme, he brought his fingers together like a sword, condensed his life's cultivation and comprehension of the Dao of Annihilation, and pointed his finger out!
The finger force was gray and misty, with monstrous killing intent. Wherever it passed, stars were annihilated and space-time withered, representing the ultimate law of the end of all things.
Boom!!!
The two finger forces collided in the center of the starry sky!
There was no earth-shattering explosion as imagined, but rather an extreme annihilation and devouring.
The power of Taichu wanted to turn all Daos into the starting point of chaos, while the power of Annihilation wanted to send all things to their eternal end.
Two completely opposite forces, both touching upon the ultimate mysteries of the universe's origin, wildly intertwined and wore each other down!
The entire starry sky centered on the collision point. Half of it seemed to return to the primordial state of Taichu before the world was opened, completely chaotic.
The other half fell into an absolute dead silence where even space and time did not exist, becoming a complete void!
Updating one chapter first, the next chapter will be released a little later!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
